all that jazz [[arrival, timed to the Saturday night crowd, ota]]

[rouge_myknees]

She really has no idea why she grabbed the gun on her way out of the hotel. It's not like they could pin the murder on her, not if she left it and disappeared, but she figures better with her than...than what? Christ, what was she thinking? She makes her way into the club, everyone shouting at her, wondering where the hell Veronica is, wondering

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[black_nimbus01]

A roar of applause and cheers came with the blackout of the house lights. Draco had no idea where the act had come from, but he liked it well enough to cheer along with the rest.

As soon as the house lights came back up, he made his way backstage to catch the woman - the tits looked and moved in ways falsies just couldn't, so it had to be a real woman.

"That was really something," he said, loud enough for her to hear.

[rouge_myknees]

The first thing Velma notices in the chaos is that this ain't Charlie's club, and she whirls around at the voice.

"I don't know what the hell this is, where am I?" she demands. That crowd's not her crowd and she's already on edge. She turns to walk to the exit, only to realize she has no clue where it is.

[black_nimbus01]

"Oh dear. This way," he said, waving her over.

This was new; then again, who said a a new arrival couldn't arrive on stage? Quite the entrance, actually, Draco was a bit jealous.

[rouge_myknees]

She looks around, figuring she doesn't have a choice in the matter and follows the kid, looking around. She's thinking about that damn gun now, and how it's just sitting in her dressing room. She figured she'd be out of here by now, and instead she's making some kind of pit stop into insanity.